Pretty, Pretty (Cancer) Poem by Renee' Stretch

Pretty, pretty (cancer)
By Renee’

Pretty, pretty
Where are you?
Pretty, pretty
The girl from the city
Pretty, pretty
Where are you?

Where is that girl from the city?
I looked in the street for you
I looked in the mall for you
I have searched the city for you
I looked in the mirror for you
All I see is some stranger standing there
Hello stranger
Have you seen my pretty, pretty anywhere?
She just looked back at me
All gaunt and frail
I asked her
Why are you so pale?
She just smiled and pointed
I turned to see where she was pointing
Then it struck me like a lightning bolt
I look again at the figure in the mirror
I recognized her
She is very familiar
Oh no!
She is me!
Realizing that this cancer is taking hold of me
I stand there and watch as a tear appears
Why am I not pretty anymore?

Pretty, pretty
Where are you?
Pretty, pretty
The girl from the city
Pretty, pretty
Where are you?
I have lost my pretty, pretty